I know what it is like to not feel like doing anything. There are times in which I will be doing something I like, then get interrupted from it, and then suddenly no activity will appeal to me. This is quite strange because I have many interests, but sometimes none of those interests will appeal to me.
This usually comes after I have done something that didn’t appeal to me. One would think that any of my interests would appeal to me after that, but usually when I’m done with a task of a boring nature, I just won’t feel like reading, playing video games, eating, or sleeping. In short, I just won’t feel like existing. Thankfully, these instances are typically short-lived. After they are over, they just drown in a sea of my interests.
There are other times, however, when these instances of not feeling like existing are drawn out into a nebula of absolute boredom. On this rare occasion, I’ve found it useful to simply force myself to do a would-be appealing activity, and then to continue this until the activity becomes appealing again. When the instance of of boredom passes, I always get a good feeling. This is probably because then I can do something that I will actually enjoy rather than just being flung around in a vortex of gloom.
I’m not sure why these instances of incurable boredom happen to me. Some people say that it happens to everybody, others say it’s one of the symptoms of depression (I seriously doubt that I am depressed). But whatever it is, I would like to ask the reader if this happens to you. Please leave a comment saying whether or not this happens to you or if it’s just me (Unless you aren’t reading this on Edmodo).
by Paul Dickinson
I know what it is like to not feel like doing anything. There are times in which I will be doing something I like, then get interrupted from it, and then suddenly no activity will appeal to me. This is quite strange because I have many interests, but sometimes none of those interests will appeal to me.
This usually comes after I have done something that didn’t appeal to me. One would think that any of my interests would appeal to me after that, but usually when I’m done with a task of a boring nature, I just won’t feel like reading, playing video games, eating, or sleeping. In short, I just won’t feel like existing. Thankfully, these instances are typically short-lived. After they are over, they just drown in a sea of my interests.
There are other times, however, when these instances of not feeling like existing are drawn out into a nebula of absolute boredom. On this rare occasion, I’ve found it useful to simply force myself to do a would-be appealing activity, and then to continue this until the activity becomes appealing again. When the instance of of boredom passes, I always get a good feeling. This is probably because then I can do something that I will actually enjoy rather than just being flung around in a vortex of gloom.
I’m not sure why these instances of incurable boredom happen to me. Some people say that it happens to everybody, others say it’s one of the symptoms of depression (I seriously doubt that I am depressed). But whatever it is, I would like to ask the reader if this happens to you. Please leave a comment saying whether or not this happens to you or if it’s just me (Unless you aren’t reading this on Edmodo).